The Doughy Beasts of NYC P.1 (Patreon)

Author's Note: This commission is a short two part sequel to Insatiable Curiosity! It follows Marcus Bitterman a few weeks after his close encounter Bitey the shark, a belly-heavy monster-girl with as much good will as she is meaty hunger! Marcus can't get Bitey out of his mind!

Check out the original, and its attached artwork, by following this link! https://www.deviantart.com/undertaker33/art/Insatiable-Curiosity-830123970

Please, enjoy!

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Marcus wasn’t dead.

At least, he thought he wasn’t dead. It was kind of hard to tell, all things considered.

The young man was certain that New York City could be no different from any other major city on Earth. It was full of people, trash, concrete, and steel. Struggling folks that were just trying to make ends meet, taking the world day-by-day.

Then there was a girl dressed like a Catholic Nun, hearing confession on the street corner and charging five bucks per sin.

Marcus Bitterman didn’t know much about religion, but considering the giant sign the girl had written which claimed, ‘It’s only Blasphemous if you don’t pay me,’ he was willing to bet that if he had died at Coney Island, then New York was simply the end-of-the-line.

Three weeks had passed since that trip. Over three whole weeks since his classmates had given him a pretty pink Sugar Pop Princess innertube before shoving him out to sea, knowing that he couldn’t swim.

It was an act that, at the time, seemed to prove Marcus’ lack of faith in humanity right, and though he remembered glowering towards the shoreline, he had not panicked. If he just sat in the innertube long enough, the wake would carry him to the beach. He would have been fine.

Then a huge shark… thing? Shark-girl? Shark-woman? Or would it be a woman-shark, considering she was able to walk on…

Marcus grunted, trying to quiet his wandering mind.

Whatever she was, she was Bitey.

If she had been a human, Bitey would have been the fattest girl Marcus had ever seen. Light gray skin, sagging with hundreds of pounds of wobbling blubber that strained against the tight fabric the girl was using as a swimsuit. Not only that, but she’d also easily been over six feet tall, and that wasn’t counting her dorsal fin.

This woman, this… creature, had surfaced behind him, squealed with excitement over the innertubes marking, and told Marcus she wasn’t going to ‘nom on’ him. Which, seeing her serrated teeth and massive gut, had only put the thought into Marcus’ head. He nearly drowned trying to get away from her… only to then be saved by the rotund shark.

He was sure that’s how it had happened. He had seen Bitey, panicked, and then nearly got himself killed. He hadn’t been swimming before seeing her, and to the best of his memory, hadn’t ingested anything that might cause him to hallucinate a fat, gray, monster-girl with horrible pink scars on her tummy.

Marcus paused mid-stride.

Monster-girl. Something about that phrase fit the cheerful shark to a T.

“Oi! Move it, kid!” someone shouted, darting around him and bringing Marcus back to the present.

He shook his head, brushed his black hair behind his bangs, and kept walking.

Marcus wasn’t a kid. He was eighteen years old, a full adult now, but he knew he had a more youthful appearance. Only 5’5, Marcus weighed 125lbs when he was soaking wet, and was currently wandering the streets of New York in an attempt to clear his head and to stop thinking about Bitey and her jiggling gut.

He couldn’t get the monster-girl out of his head. Every time a girl was eating, he pictured Bitey devouring those hotdogs. Every time he saw a girl sitting, he remembered Bitey’s huge belly filling out her entire lap. When he closed his eyes, he thought of the bobbing darkness of her fat belly button and could hear a hungry growl followed by a bashful chuckle.

He’d even watched all of Sugar Pop Princess, thinking of Bitey somehow watching the show in some strange undersea house, trying to teach herself Japanese by watching an 80’s anime about magical girls fighting demons and schoolyard bullies.

The open air of New York was supposed to distract him, but all he could think about was that plump eating machine tearing apart a slice of pizza, her belly burbling gleefully, and the weight of her hand in his as they shook.

‘Hi, Marcus. My name is Bitey. Thank you for being my friend.’

He wondered if that fake nun might be able to provide some fake insight to why those words were constantly ringing in his head.

Marcus walked with his hands in his pockets along 77th street, just another body in a packed stream of creatures that were heading west towards Central Park. The New Yorker glaze had taken over his eyes and muffled his ears, a defensive instinct for a guy that was hearing and seeing too much information so that none of it would register.

He passed a girl wearing a crop top and pictured Bitey’s chubby shoulders.

He passed a girl wearing high heels and pictured Bitey’s plodding steps.

He passed a girl with a tubby torso and a brown… bushy… tail…

He glanced backwards, just in time to see the round belly and a generous hip slam into him like a truck, his ears opening to hear “STOP! THIEF!!” while he went sprawling to the sidewalk.

Someone nearly stepped on him, but Marcus had found his feet in under a second. A woman wearing an apron and a Pick-A-Bagel uniform was holding the green pillar of a subway entrance, trying to peer over the heads of the crowded pedestrians.

“I see you! I see you, you costumed freak! You wait till the police get here, they’ll get you! Those are my bagels!!”

Marcus looked past the worker. Carrying a sack that was almost as round as she was, a girl with auburn hair, a massive brown tail, and the tightest pair of bike shorts Marcus had ever seen, was dashing across the crosswalk despite the forbidding red light. Marcus felt his eyes widen, seeing how exceptionally fat the girl’s legs were, and thought he might hear her feet stomping on the concrete over the myriad of car horns that chased her while she hopped through the traffic.

Her tail, and it was a realtail, was gigantic. It was taller than her torso, and while it was wider than most women on the street, it couldn’t hide how very beefy the stocky girl was, her fat belly and round hips bouncing freely. She reached the other side of the street unharmed.

Perhaps it was some of the more colorful insults that the bagel-shop worker was now hurling, but the girl glanced back after reaching the other corner. Marcus saw that she was carrying a peanut-butter-soaked bagel in her mouth, then saw the pair of brown ears that lifted up from her hair. They twitched as she lifted a hand to her bagel, taking a bite before waving back at the cursing worker and hurrying along with the crowd, merging with the stream as if they didn’t even see her.

There was no doubt in his mind. She hadn’t been wearing any costume. That heavyset lady was a monster-girl. A real squirrel-girl.

The light turned green. Rather than follow, the worker muttered another curse and headed back towards the shop. All around him, Marcus saw people who had noticed, decided it was better not to get involved, and who returned to their business.

In only a moment, it was as if the whole scene never happened. People walked over the crossing, a general murmur returning to the air, even though Marcus could still see the top of that fat bushy tail wavering over people’s heads as the girl made her way towards central park.

Auburn hair. Not tanned, but not pale either. Sunbaked skin, the color of someone who spent a lot of time outdoors. A huge tail, a bigger body. Much larger than fat, but energetic and excited and, strangely enough, the girl had looked nothing like Bitey.

Marcus swallowed before, while his brain still tried to catch up with what the hell had just happened, his feet began running. Chasing the monster-girl towards Central Park.

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Central Park was over three blocks away from the Pick-A-Bagel shop, but it passed by in a complete blur of motion. Marcus wasn’t particularly quick, but luck had let him catch green lights on both streets so far, and he could tell he was gaining.

People were further away from one another, as if a chubby hole had punched through the walking speed crowd, with some shooting dirty looks over their shoulders towards the west.

As he passed by the entrance to The Mark Hotel, Marcus saw a dogwalker fighting to keep her feet as her pack of hounds tugged her westward while emitting a storm of barks.

“Aiee! G-guys! Ladies, stop it! Hey, hey!! I don’t get paid enough for this!!”

Marcus ran past the group, noticing one of the smaller dogs, a tiny white puppy, was busying herself with a half-eaten bagel that was covered in peanut butter.

The puppy looked wrong to him, but before he could figure out what was weird about her, he’d already passed the pack, trying to hold onto his quick pace.

Thankfully, the one-way street wasn’t as busy down here, and Marcus regained sight of the bushy brown tail. Growing nearer, he could see people still leaning off to the side, then saw the tight shorts and fleshy legs of the monster-girl still stomping away with her prize over her shoulder.

For the hundredth time in his life, Marcus wished he wasn’t so darn short.

He kept running.

He didn’t even really understand why he was chasing her. He had no investment to the bagel shop, nor any sense of moral justice over the theft of a sack full of bread.

In truth, youth and naivety were what guided him now. He was running because she was running. He wouldn’t know why he wanted to catch her until, hopefully, he did.

The monster-girl was only thirty feet ahead of him when she reached Fifth Avenue, coming to a jogging stop in front of the red light, her legs still rising and falling in jiggly high-knee kicks.

“Hey!” Marcus called after her, feeling the burn of the three-block run in his chest. “Wait up!”

The bushy tail bristled. The girl turned, saw him, and bolted into the street.

A white work truck screeched to a halt, flaring its horn, but the girl was already across the road, with Marcus only a dozen feet behind. “No, wait!” he called.

The squirrel-girl ran directly at the perimeter hedge, mounting a wooden bench with one foot before catapulting over the barrier with her momentum carrying her into what might have meant to be a nimble front flip.

Thankfully for Marcus, it wasn’t.

The girl hit the grass butt first, her fat-covered thighs slapping the Earth with the force and sound of a queen-sized mattress. Bending at the waist, her wide stomach impacted the top of her thighs before springing her backwards with a loudly exhaled “Boof!” She only barely kept from crushing the sack beneath her body.

Not so thankfully, Marcus’ attempt to follow was far worse.

He underestimated how tired his legs had become from running, and his idea of leaping straight over the hedge turned into him just sprinting into it, crashing through crackling foliage and earning himself several large scratches before falling flat on his chest.

His face in the grass, Marcus groaned from the pain. His legs and his torso all panged from fresh scratches, yelling at their owner for his idiotic attempt before screaming in shock as an extraordinary weight suddenly collapsed onto his back. Marcus gasped, one arm pinned under his chest and the other clawing at the dirt, hardly able to breathe. He tried to push back against the weight, to pull himself forward, then heard a grunt and a shift as a pair of legs descended over his shoulders, trapping his head between thighs that seemed larger than he was.

The squirrel-girl was sitting on him.

“Why are you following me?!” she demanded.

Marcus didn’t know. He tried to say as much but could hardly breathe. Not that it would have done him much good, as the thighs suddenly closed around either side of his head, and the remaining air came out as a quick, panicked “Glah!”

“Who are you?!” the girl insisted. “Are you a cop? Or are you some kind of dog?!” The thighs closed tighter, pinning Marcus’ ears to his head. “I knew that shih tzu looked rabid! She sent you, didn’t she?!”

Marcus felt like he was going to suffocate. Her thighs were wet, sweaty with heat from their friction-filled run, and though he could feel the muscle far beneath, there was so much padding that surrounded his face. He couldn’t see, and what little breath came through a scent of salty exertion before the pressure suddenly faded and Marcus could see.

He had only a moment to doubt what he saw before he felt the pressure rise from his back, and he could finally breathe.

The breath came in with a rushing gust of wind as the impossible sight landed before him with an impact twice as loud as the thumping of wings. Marcus had the faint impression of a pair of gleaming black talons on orange-colored legs were almost touching his nose, but he couldn’t look away from the pale-gray belly flesh that wobbled out from the teeny black tank top.

Tight gray pajama shorts were pinched under the weight of an untucked tummy, but even that heavy globe looked little beneath her obviously unrestrained, flab-covered chest. As his eyes traveled up the unrepentant curves that made up her body, looking at how they only got fuller and fatter till he reached the top, Marcus forgot he was able to breathe until he saw the large hazel eyes staring down into him.

“What is this?” the harpy asked. “You have brought Flutter meat?”

A high-pitched voice cut across her center, the porky squirrel-girl hopping up to her feet. “Get outta here, Flutter! He’s my meat!! W-wait, no, I mean-”

Marcus was about to move before the squirrel-girl’s foot stepped on his back. He collapsed into the dirt, feeling his spine crack several times. It might have been pleasurable, if the poor boy had any time to think.

“He’s not for eating!” the squirrel declared. “He’s for questioning! He chased me all the way from the doughnut shop!”

The harpy tilted her head, looking from the squirrel back down to Marcus.

“Help… me…” he barely managed.

“Man was able to capture Scurri?” the harpy asked.

“Don’t say it like that!” the squirrel shouted. “He didn’t catch me, I caught him!”

“But… he was chasing Scurri?”

“Uggh,” the squirrel grunted.

She lifted her foot off of Marcus’ back and the boy rolled sideways, afraid she’d sit on him again. He hurried to his feet, raising his arms to defend himself.

Only then did he realize just how outclassed he was.

Both of the girls were taller than him. The gray harpy, who Marcus was quickly comparing to an overweight pigeon, was only a few inches taller, but the squirrel-girl was easily six feet tall. They weren’t just overweight girls. They were something so much larger, something so much more.

“Yeah well, Scurri’s not so fast no more. Do you have any idea how bad this stuff is for my running?!”

From her bag, the squirrel withdrew a large, chocolate glazed, bagel. She held it out towards the pigeon, obviously intent to simply show her ill-gotten gains, but hardly recoiled as the big bird snapped forward and stole the bagel right out of her hand.

Instead her face just fell flat, auburn eyebrows knitting in a glare as the pudgy partridge gobbled up the chocolate bagel. “You’re lucky I don’t like chocolate…” was all she mumbled.

“U-uhh, excuse me,” Marcus spoke up.

The pigeon-woman snapped up in surprise, still chewing the bagel. Her face formed a fat double chin while she openly chewed.

“S-sorry… um…” the young man started kicking himself.

What in the hell was he doing here?! He’d just… chased a girl! A fat girl! A fat monster-girl, who’d stolen bagels to share with her fat pigeon friend, and who was now glaring at him from besides the doughy harpy.

“Sorry,” he repeated. “I was… uh, I…” His eyes really, really wanted to turn down towards her generous center, breasts bouncing with an almost audible weight as she animatedly chomped, clearly demonstrating her lack of a bra.

The girl unfurled her wings, spreading them wide before tucking them in towards her mouth. A single gray digit served as a clawed thumb, holding the bagel between that and her wings while she bit another chunk off before holding it out.

“Would you like some do-nut?” she asked.

Marcus blinked at her, and in her face, he saw that familiar earnestness. A face so different, but so alike to that fat gray shark.

Not knowing what to do, he raised his hand and took the bagel. “Erm… Thanks.”

“Ugh. You’re not supposed to feed him!” the squirrel said, tucking her fists into her big round belly.

The harpy ignored her, looking Marcus up and down. She looked more mature than the energetic squirrel, a bit slower paced. “You are a full human?” she asked.

Marcus was about to reply that he’d actually skipped breakfast before his overworked brain understood the question. “Oh, uhh, yeah. And you’re… not?”

She gave him a large smile. “Flutter is not human. Flutter is Flutter, and Flutter is harpy!”

A taloned foot lifted, showing Marcus how her fat calves seemed to merge into an almost scale-like cankle. Her feet were nearly as large as her head, with the girl lifting herself up on her jointed claws in a pose that might have once been flattering on a much, much thinner girl.

“It’s, uhh, nice to meet you. I’m Marcus.”

He wondered if he was supposed to bow or something but was quieted by the squirrel-girl giving another grunt while she hefted her sack of bagels over her shoulder. “Come on, Flutter. We’ve gotta go stow these for winter.”

“Awe, Scurri,” Flutter moaned, her belly releasing a tighter whine. “Winter’s so far away! Can’t we just eat all the do-nuts now?”

“We can’t afford to wait. You can barely fly, and I’m hungrier than ever. We have to collect as much as we can before the cold sets in.”

“Flutter flies well!!” the harpy shouted, spreading her wings. “Watch!”

Marcus had to step back as her gray-black wings suddenly closed, pushing the immense woman up several inches and back several feet. Just before she hit the ground, her wings flapped again, sending another strong gust straight down towards the others.

Marcus felt his shirt flatten against his chest, holding a hand to shield his eyes from the wind. Powerful blasts lifted her higher and higher, a husky chuckle floating down from her chest.

“Oi, oi!” the squirrel called. “Get back down here, birdbrain!”

Flutter ignored her, twirling about in midair. The wind was dying down, giving Marcus a clear view of the pigeon-girl who was shaped like a fattened hippo, soaring towards the branch of a nearby tree.

“Can she really fly?” he asked.

The squirrel-girl turned on him, lifting an eyebrow. He looked to her, seeing him looking him up and down before she let out a heavy snort, “Heh. You’re too dumb to be with that dog. Of course she can fly. It’s landing that’s the real-”

A terrible crack snapped from the tree, followed by another, then another, then a sharp scream before the fat bird reappeared at the bottom, tumbling down onto a nearby bush. The entire piece of foliage collapsed beneath her with a solid, “Oof!”

“Yeah…” the squirrel rolled her eyes.

“Flutter is okay!” called the birdbrain, lifting one of her hammy legs to wave a talon, still clutching the remains of her broken tree branch.

The squirrel huffed, her belly sagging further down from her teeny shirt. “She still thinks she’s a quarter of the weight that she is. Won’t wear any of the clothes I get, because when she wakes up she thinks ‘I wear a size medium!’ rather than a double XL.” Then, as if only just realizing she were talking to Marcus, she turned on him. “Why am I telling you this?! Ugh.”

She pushed her sack into his arms before plodding to her fallen companion, reaching over the bush.

“Give me your hands.”

“Flutter doesn’t got no hands.”

“Your wings!”

Out of curiosity, Marcus peeked into the sack.

It was filled to the brim with an assortment of bagels. Not a doughnut in sight, which only confused him more, until he looked up at the squirrel’s bushy tail and fat butt, and he finally understood.

Doughnuts.

With a fully flat expression, Marcus closed the bag. He watched the squirrel’s fleshy bottom waggling back and forth before she lifted. It was exceptionally strange, seeing a layer of muscle so clearly straining beneath so much weight. It gave her more of a firm shape, a packed pear as opposed to Flutter’s buttery torso.

Flutter popped up from the bush, a couple of branches peeking out of her hair. She was giggling brightly, enjoying herself despite the long drop. “Mmm fall is fun.”

“It’s Summer, you dingy…” the squirrel tapped her on the head.

Marcus held out the bag of bagels. “Here’s your… doughnuts…” he said.

The auburn girl took it with a suspicious glare, opening the bag and looking inside. Her nose tweaked up and down as she sniffed them.

Flutter looked at him from side to side. “Did you see? Humans have trouble seeing Flutter.”

“He’s not a human,” the squirrel said, her lips folding into a frown. “He’s a New Yorker.”

Marcus opened his mouth to argue but closed it. She kind of made a good point.

He looked around, looking for other people. They were in Central Park, the very heart of Manhattan, and yet nobody had… No, right there. And there, and there. He could see humans entering the park past the line of bushes. They weren’t even that far away. Why had nobody come looking for them?

He saw more people now. Walking along little trails, some sitting on benches or on open grass. The standard New Yorker going about their standard…

Marcus blinked. It was as if someone snapped right in front of his face. He’d finally noticed that he’d stopped noticing anyone. His eyes had begun to glaze over, deciding that each of these people weren’t really people, but were all just a part of the background.

“Awe, but Scurri! Flutter likes new friends!”

Marcus turned back to them, seeing the squirrel pulling on Flutter’s shirt. It was amazing that it still fit, but then he noticed that the shirt was supposed to be loose. It was more like a flat cloth than a garment, hanging over her chest like a tiny drape, making her tummy look bigger than what jiggled beneath.

“Nu-uh, no way,” the squirrel replied. “He’s gonna forget you exist any second. Come on, we got-”

“E-excuse me!” Marcus called.

Both girls froze, looking from one another back towards Marcus.

“Eh? But I was sure I saw it.”

“Marcus can still see?”

Marcus cleared his throat. “I don’t… I’m sorry, I don’t really understand what’s going on. But I was…” he shook his head, trying to focus.

‘Hi, Marcus. My name is Bitey. Thank you for being my friend.’

He looked up at the girls. Big, chubby, monster-girls. A harpy and a squirrel, and they were here in Central Park.

Marcus knew why he was chasing the squirrel-girl.

“I’m looking for my friend,” he said. “She… you remind me of her. She’s a monster-girl, like both of you.”

“Friend?” Flutter asked. She shrugged out of the squirrel-girl’s hands, moving closer to Marcus, again tilting with that bird-like curiosity.

The squirrel seemed speculative, rolling her eyes at Flutter’s curiosity, but rather than cut in she took a bagel from her bag and began chewing it. She ate very loudly and veryquickly, almost like a woodchipper, vanishing the bagel in only a few seconds.

Just like Bitey’s savaging those snacks on the pier.

The young man swallowed. “She’s a shark-girl. I met her at the beach a few weeks ago, and I can’t stop…” he held his head. “I can’t stop thinking about her.”

Flutter blinked multiple times, looking back towards the squirrel. “Scurri, does Flutter know Bitey Shark?”

The squirrel, Scurri, stopped in the middle of devouring her third bagel. “How the heck should I- wait, a shark?”

“Mhmm! Bitey Shark!” Flutter fluttered her wings, lifting and falling in a pleased motion.

“Ugh…” Scurri sealed her back. “No, you’ve never met a shark.” She turned to Marcus, saying, “She never leaves Central Park."

“Flutter knows Bitey Alligator!”

“No she doesn’t. Er, no you don’t. That’s Snapper, and she hates you.”

“Hmmm. Snapper Alligator. She is jealous,” Flutter nodded her head sagely.

The squirrel-girl’s tail faltered in tune with her groan, the woman’s face sagging into her palm before she looked up at Marcus. “So, a shark-girl, eh?”

Marcus then noticed the color of her eyes. They were a deep shamrock green, the same color as the bright summer leaves that hung from the trees, and they seemed to glimmer mischievously as her mouth opened into a grin.

“Hmmm. I might know someone that could help you out.”

“Yaaaay!” Flutter lifted up, twirling once and giving Marcus a huge grin. “Scurri knows everyone who knows everyone!”

“I know the people who are worth knowing,” Scurri stepped closer, a low rumble spilling from her belly. It jiggled as she walked, almost like a predator’s step. “And I might get to know you, Marky, if you can make it worth my while.”